The magic of love
is in its ability to heal
the b r o k e n.

Hearts of glass,
a fragile beauty,

beneath the light of love
we easily s
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s c a t t e r e d   stardust
glistening in the wind.

               In the center of your core
               is where you'll find me,
               nuzzled in the broken,
               diminishing your darkness
               with the light of my soul;

love softening every wound
sharpened by heartache.

F
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g
hard
for his soft eyes

arrow in your heart
from a lover that's long gone
bittersweet memories
drunk on your favorite wine
waking to a hangover

gray waves roll to rest
I think on that which is kind
the golden sunrise
life will deal me its lemons
I'll keep making lemonade

Emotions: I love them because it means I feel, and I hate them beacuse it means I feel.

3 a.m. darkness
the creaking of doors opening
my restless mind

as I live and breathe
I will choose to be kind to
others and to self

Fugitives of time,
not defined or limited
by our past mistakes,
we broaden our horizons,
soar on wings of forgiveness.
Let"s escape the path
of fear and resistance,
meet in the middle,
life of fugitve ending
in the embrace of the heart.

Cage
melts gold
into rust,
the soul decaying
under iron,

we must learn to let go
the weight of sorrow,
for like birds
its beauty thrives
on being free.

Worry not
of broken halos,
blow it to hell,
fallen angel,
forgive yourself;

lift your wings,
for all burdens
of our faults
are made light
in the arms of love.

Anxiety: a
hornet's nest inside the mind
inescapable